The man interrupted him directly, "Sorry, Miss Tang, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Tang Susu ran over and tried to keep him, but the man disappeared very quickly.
She lowered her head dejectedly.
Is it really not him?
But they were so similar, especially the feeling of her hugging him.
And at that moment, the way she looked at him.
䜭䜭 is He Zhimo!
The cell phone suddenly rang.
Only then did Tang Susu remember that she had an appointment with someone.
She hurriedly picked up the phone, "I'm nearby, I'll be there soon, please wait for me."
A quarter of an hour later.
In a small townhouse, Tang Susu stood at the door and rang the doorbell.
Just now, it turned out that she had come to the wrong place.
She stated her purpose and the door opened automatically.
She crossed the yard and saw a man who looked like an assistant, dressed in black, waiting at the door.
"Ms. Tang." The assistant greeted her.
Tang Susu nodded politely, "Sorry for the wait."
When the assistant opened the door, Tang Susu was stunned.
In the dark living room, a woman in a black witch costume sat in the middle. The dim light made her look very mysterious.
In front of the table was a black tablecloth covered with symbols, with a crystal ball on it, and all around it were things that she couldn't understand but looked mysterious.
Tang Susu walked over reverently and said politely and carefully, "Hello, Master."
The witch glanced at her and nodded, "Sit down."
Tang Susu sat down opposite her.
"What do you want?" asked the witch.
Tang Susu was a little nervous. "I want to know if my friend is doing well now, and whether we will have a chance to meet again."
I'm not afraid of being laughed at when I say this, but now she's in the eleventh century, and she still believes this.
She knew it might be fake and she would be cheated out of her money, but she was still willing to look for the so-called master again and again, just hoping to find a reliable one.
There was no way, she missed He Zhimo too much, and when she thought about the ending of He Zhimo in the novel, she was extremely worried.
I’m worried that He Zhimo will go astray and end up badly.
So in the past three years, apart from practicing the piano, she has been secretly looking for various ways to figure out He Zhimo's fate.
Why do you have to do it secretly? Because her parents found out a while ago and they directly consulted a psychologist for her.
She spoke her mind, but was almost diagnosed with delusional disorder by a psychiatrist.
So now I can only look for a master secretly.
"You two are not from the same world." The witch suddenly spoke.
Tang Susu was stunned and opened her eyes wide in shock.
The witch added, "But you have already met him."
"Really?" Tang Susu suddenly thought of the person who looked exactly like He Zhimo, and her heart beat very fast.
The witch nodded. "Yes, but he's a little different now. Maybe his personality is different, or maybe he looks different now."
Tang Susu missed He Zhimo. His personality was a little different.
But Ou's expressions and eyes at those few moments were exactly the same as He Zhimo's.
"For some reason, he can't take the initiative to look for you for the time being, but you will meet each other inadvertently."
Tang Susu couldn't help but nodded again.
He was her He Zhimo, but for some unexpected reason, she couldn't remember him.
But they met again unexpectedly.
"Girl, don't look with your eyes, follow your heart. The one who feels like your soul mate is him."
What the witch said was mysterious.
Tang Susu, however, took them one by one and felt that what the other party said was becoming more and more accurate.
She knew that her feeling could not be wrong.
After Tang Susu got the answer she wanted, she said goodbye.
villa.
The assistant sent Tang Susu away, turned around and pulled open the curtains.
The charming sunshine came in, and the villa suddenly became bright. The living room was full of various gems and crystals, and the decoration was magnificent.
The witch also took off her hat and clothes, and lay lazily on the sofa, crossing her legs and sipping a cup of coffee.
The assistant walked over and asked curiously, "Boss, what nonsense are you talking about? How come this girl is so picky?
I find you really amazing. No matter who it is, you can convince them with just a few words."
The witch smiled and said, "Well, I just collected some information in advance when these people made appointments, and then used my knowledge of psychology to say something ambiguous to them.
If I can’t find any information, I’ll just reject them and say we’re not destined to be together and can’t calculate it.”
She sighed and said, "This girl is a bit special. Her psychiatrist is a friend I met when I was studying for my doctorate in psychology.
Such a beautiful girl, such a good pianist, just imagined a person who didn't exist.
I just comforted her and hoped that she could face the reality!
After all, I took so much money from her.
She is so beautiful, there must be someone who treats her sincerely!"
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